Mr. Right

Some lovey-dovey reasons he's my Mr. Right.

If we're both home at night, he'll usually be the one who gets up with the kids.

If he asks, "What's the plan for today?" and I say, "You're going to stay here and watch the kids while I go to the Y, and when I come back I'll need more time to myself because I'll need to get ready for the day." He says, "OK".

If I say, "I think I need to go spend money on myself at the mall." He says, "Good".

If I make myself sick eating too much sugar Mr. Right will cook me up an egg and toast.

He'll listen for 43 minutes while I dissect the reasons I feel uncomfortable with the all-mighty Scouting program.

If I say, "Look, I'm exhausted but if you want me to spend the next hour cooking dinner I'll totally do it for you." He says, "Let's have tomato soup."

If I say, "How do you spell 'tomato'?" Mr. Right says, "t-o-m-a-t-o. No 'e' at the end." But more importantly he doesn't think I have the intelligence level of a second grader.

If he has time to get only one car cleaned, he will clean mine instead of his.

When we're traveling he doesn't freak out if I use his razor.

He tries hard to be helpful around the house, even when his attempts sometimes backfire.

When Mr. Right is the sole parent at home, he doesn't let the kids watch extra TV, they still have to eat healthy, he doesn't play on the computer while they think he's playing hide and seek, and if I call him with a twenty minute warning, he'll even have the house clean when I get back home.

If I say, "Oh man, I forgot to. . ." Mr. Right will try to figure out a way to help me.

If I say, "I'm going to loose my temper in like two minutes!" He says, "Do you want me to listen or do you need space?"

He spends a lot of time helping me be happy.

If I say, "Mr. Right, stop talking please and let me type. I'm writing something wonderful about you on the internet." He says, "By all means."